[ Hilda doesn't feel the lurch of his heart. Had she been more herself, her attentiveness might have picked up on his heart beating a little faster. But as it stands she dismisses it as nothing more than the rise and fall of his chest.
And even though she can't quite decipher the look on his face, it weighs her heart down all the same. Fills it with a heaviness that she had been trying to drown in drink. But this weight is different – what did he mean by learning not to ask for that? ]
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And even though she can't quite decipher the look on his face, it weighs her heart down all the same. Fills it with a heaviness that she had been trying to drown in drink. But this weight is different – what did he mean by learning not to ask for that? ]
Ask for what? To be loved by someone else?